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Sometimes it really does take a village

8/25/2013

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…Or at least several people, to accomplish something. I have two shining examples of that for this update: first, let’s start with the FundRazr LWR has had going on most of this month. I’m pleased to announce that due to yet another VERY generous donation, I now have the funds needed to rebuild the songbird flight pen and build that much-needed and often-dreamed-about small raptor flight pen! 

I also want to point out that of the $3000 raised for both flights, just $225 came from fellow Georgians. This is quite embarrassing and disappointing to me, as it indicates a woeful lack of concern for the state’s native wildlife and a corresponding lack of public support for Georgia’s wildlife rehabbers—and yet the people who ignore pleas for donations will be the very ones screaming to the rafters when they can’t find a rehabber because their local rehabber shut down due to lack of funding. Can’t have it both ways, people—support us or lose us. It’s that simple.

To my fellow chatters from the NYU Hawk Cam, THANK YOU! The vast majority of the donations making these flight pens possible came from you or people you alerted to my situation.  You’re pretty darned amazing, folks!

The second example of needing a village actually comes from today. This morning one of my game wardens called and said he’d been alerted to an injured wood stork—broken leg— on a local highway. He was in the process of rounding up help to go catch it and wanted to make sure I could take it. No waterfowl in the spare tub at the moment, so we’re good to go…

Several hours later, he called to tell me that a three-man team caught the bird and he was on his way with it.  This is a shout out to my amazing local DNR folks: game wardens Dan Stiles and Rodney Horne and state wildlife biologist Chris Baumann.  Without them, this bird would have suffered a slow and very painful death, so a round of applause, if you will, for three great DNR guys!
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The group effort didn’t end there, however: my nephew Alex and niece-in-law Brooke came down to assist me by restraining the stork while I cleaned, medicated and half-arse splinted (I'm not good with splints near a joint) the leg to stabilize it until I can get him to the vet tomorrow for assessment and further treatment, as he also appears to have a wing fracture.
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Wood storks are on the endangered list in Georgia, so I’m really hoping we can put this fellow back into the wild, or at least mend him to the point that he can go to an educational center. His leg is pretty trashed, though, so right now it’s all very iffy. We’ll know for certain tomorrow.
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The rains finally let up here so I could release the house finch and the red shoulder, both of whom hauled butt without a backward glance. Sorry the release videos aren’t any better, but those two were determined to shake the dust of LWR off their tailfeathers!
This red shoulder wasn’t as lucky, however. He came in late last Sunday evening with severe fractures of the right leg and wing. Both were right at the joint, which is pretty much a death sentence for a bird.
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Monday before I took the red shoulder in for confirmation of the severity of his injuries and euthanasia, this adult barred owl also came in with a fractured right wing and a totally trashed left eye. He also required euthanasia.
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What had happened is that with all the rainy, nasty weather we’d been having, the raptors were hunting near the roads because it’s easier to find prey there. Vehicle versus wildlife seldom ends well for the wildlife, unfortunately.

And, of course, no update lately would be complete without your Igor fix, so herewith I offer that crazy corvid himself!
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Incredibly slow week…

8/18/2013

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…which probably had to do with our soggy weather again. I have been unable to release the red shoulder and the house finch is ready to go, as well, but it’s rained almost all week…and it’s raining as I type this. So…

This week’s only new intake was an adult barred owl with a massively fractured wing—his “wrist” was facing his butt. He also had severe head trauma, as if a trashed wing wasn’t enough.  I’m waiting on callers who spotted an injured hawk to get back to me; they called nearly five hours ago, though, before the rain started up again, so I’m not holding my breath.

And the FundRazr continues through the end of this month. Thus far we have $680 toward the $2000 needed for a raptor flight pen, and it’s really a very negative reflection on my fellow Georgians that the vast majority of all the funds raised thus far have been from out of state. Please consider donating through the link below!

https://fundrazr.com/campaigns/7ZfTd
So… with little else new going on, welcome to another Igor edition! It’s been absolutely delightful having Igor when things have slowed down enough that I can really spend time watching him and just hanging out with him. During the brief lulls in the rain this week, I recorded some short clips of Igor being Igor…which is to say, being a typical inquisitive, playful crow. While he hangs out with me from time to time—and really enjoys clipping me with his wings as he flies in for treats—his philosophy seems to be “is permissible to SEE Igor; is verboten to TOUCH Igor”—well, aside from the occasional gentle beak tugging; for some reason, he does enjoy that. And as you’ll hear in one of the clips below, his name has…ummm…morphed from Igor to Igawa to Gaaawaaa. Crows invite silliness; what can I say?
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It had rained all the previous night and all this morning; Igor was delighted to have an afternoon break in the downpour to preen himself properly.

Yes, that’s a puppy pad I’m sitting on. The ground was wet and I wanted to sit outside with Igor, so…puppy pad to the rescue!
Sorry about the weird angles and jerkiness on this one—I was bending down filming, as I’d forgotten to bring out a puppy pad to sit on. 
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Fundraising again and other necessary unpleasantness…

8/11/2013

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As many of you who’re on Facebook know, I’ve started a FundRazr campaign, initially because I needed operating funds for the remainder of the year, funds to rebuild my songbird flight pen, and funds to build a small raptor flight pen. Thanks to one VERY generous out-of-state donor and a matching in-state grant, I have the funds to remain in operation for the remainder of the year and to rebuild my songbird flight pen, but I still need funds for a raptor flight pen. (For those of you who might be wondering, yes, I’ll be doing another fundraiser calendar this year—well, a 2014 calendar for sale this year!—but not for another couple of months.) Please see the link below for further information on the $2000 we still need to raise in order to build that raptor flight pen.
Since it’s been a rather slow week in terms of new intakes, before discussing the critters this week, I want to first address the funding issue. Some of you are aware that I receive a couple of small grants a year, and it is primarily these grants that allow me to remain in operation. Every year the cost of supplies rises, and donations from the public who bring me wildlife remain low. By state and federal law, rehabbers aren’t allowed to request donations from the public; what most of us do is form nonprofits so that we’re eligible for grants and can offer the incentive to the public that their donations are tax-deductible. In an ideal world, this would bring in sufficient funds for every rehabber to not only fund their activities but also actually receive a salary commensurate with their duties; in reality, most of the animal-related grants out there are for domestic animal rescues, endangered exotic animal sanctuaries, or very large wildlife rehab facilities, of which there are precious few in the country. And most members of the public who bring us wildlife make vague promises about “checks in the mail” that never materialize. That leaves us home-based, one-or-two-person, shoestring operations struggling for whatever little funding we can find, and it’s a large part of the reason there are so few rehabbers around the country.

It is a shame that while people are all too willing to bring us injured, ill or orphaned wildlife, they are nowhere near as willing to donate toward its care. If every person who brought me a critter donated just $25, in most years, that would be enough funding to at least cover expenses for most supplies.  In most years, the vast majority of rehabbers I know, myself included, are lucky if one of every 10 people donates anything at all toward the care of the animal they’ve just left with us—which is likely to’ve been attacked by their cat or dog.

But how hard can it be to care for, let’s say a single songbird?

Let’s say said songbird is only days old when it enters rehab. This means that songbird must have a heat source 24/7, as it cannot regulate its own body temperature and will quite literally freeze to death without supplemental heat—even on a hot summer day. This will remain the case for a week or better. Hatchling songbirds require feeding every 15 minutes for 14 hours a day.  As they mature, the time between feedings can gradually increase to 30 minutes and eventually to, as they approach release, an hour—for most species; some, like hummers, require feeding every 15-20 minutes right up till release. Others, like Carolina wrens, must be fed every 30 minutes right up till release.

Remember, this is ONE songbird we’re talking about. Now, multiply that by 10, 15, 20, and for some rehabbers in urban areas, 40 or more songbirds at any given time. We have no time to do anything during the day but feed and clean up after the birds in our care. And yet…

And yet, we must field phone calls about other wildlings; explain why we cannot drive 50 miles or more one-way to pick up a bird and why the caller should drive that distance to bring us a bird; somehow find the time to take ill or injured birds that require vet care to the vet…

But wait, we’re not done with our single songbird. As it matures, its diet must be adjusted from the generic songbird formula that works for most species to a diet specific for its particular species. This means we must have on hand multiple food sources beyond the formula fixin’s…which in themselves aren’t cheap, no matter which of the Big Three formulas a rehabber refers.

So…on any given day, a rehabber will be feeding multiple hatchlings and nestlings their formula every 15-30 minutes, while also working to encourage older birds to begin experimenting with their species-specific diet before placing them in the flight pen. Once the birds are in the flight pen, the rehabber will continue to supplemental feed as the bird develops it flight skills and learns to forage for itself.

Depending on the rehabber and his/her situation, once the bird is flying well and fully or mostly self-feeding, it will be released. For those rehabbers who do hard releases, this is the end of care for that particular bird. For those of us who do soft releases, supplemental feedings outside the flight pen can continue for another week to month, depending on the individual bird.

So…now your exhausted, stressed, and stretched-too-thin rehabber is simultaneously caring for teeny babies who need 15-minute feedings, older babies who can go half an hour between feedings, pre-fledglings and fledglings who are beginning to eat some on their own, birds in the flight pen who require less supervision, and released birds who still demand a handout.  It’s worse than a three-ring circus, and we’re all paranoid that in the confusion, some bird or birds will end up being forgotten…

Remember, this isn’t just one bird we’re talking about by this point; it’s multiple birds of all ages—and these are the healthy ones, that don’t require anything beyond routine feeding and cleanup. Adding those who are ill or injured and require medication or wound dressing to the mix engenders even more chaos for the rehabber.

This frenetic pace, for 14 hours or more a day (we have to add some time for mixing formulas and handling state and federally required paperwork), continues pretty much unabated from approximately late March through early to mid-September.  A low estimate of time invested into ONE songbird that is successfully released is 630 hours. That’s for ONE bird. Most songbird rehabbers see hundreds of birds a year. You do the math…if you dare.

And let’s not forget that none of us are independently wealthy, so after we get all the birds settled in for the night, we have to find time to do whatever paying jobs we hold to pay our own bills. This means that for about 6 months out of the year, we operate in a state of severe sleep-deprivation, fuelled by junk food and caffeine…

WHY do we do this? Why put ourselves through what amounts to torture, month after month, year after year?

“Oh, you just love the animals.” Yeah, we do. What we don’t love is the reality that fully 50% of the wildlife we take in will either require euthanasia due to illness or injury or will die while we try desperately to save it.

“You must enjoy your work so much.”  Sometimes. All too often, we question daily whether we can continue to do this—to see such suffering and gore and callous disregard for nature among our fellow humans, most of whom we’d rather not even claim as part of the human race.

“It must be so much fun working with wildlife.” Not really. It’s expensive, it’s exhausting—physically, mentally and emotionally—it can be dangerous, and it can frequently be exasperating dealing with the public. That’s why many of us have reputations for being borderline rude to downright psychotic.

No, the real reason we do what we do is that we hold our native wildlife to be a sacred trust, belonging to all of us. No one “owns” wildlife. It cannot be adopted in the way a cat or dog can. Many of the critters we deal with aren’t cute and cuddly and even give people the heebie-jeebies (think possums and bats, surely two of the most misunderstood and needlessly maligned species).  Wildlife rehabbers are not only healers and guardians of wildlife; frequently, we serve as its most vocal advocate. Since no one else will step up to the plate and attempt to at least partially compensate for humanity’s ongoing attempts to eradicate the natural world, we few Quixotic souls take on that mantle. Yes, it can be rewarding and even enjoyable at times; not one of us will deny that.

But more often, we find ourselves lying in bed in the wee hours, having finally crashed from sheer exhaustion but unable to sleep as we relive, play-by-play, the details of every intake we lost. The successes should compensate for the failures/losses. They don’t.

Our patients “reward” us for our tender ministrations with biting, footing, pooping and puking on us; we save those we can and obsess over the ones we can’t. Those we can save, we release back into a hostile and uncertain world and hope they survive. Our days are long; our nights too often equally so.

And at the end of this day, at least, I still need funding for that raptor flight pen. I’m gonna keep tilting at those windmills, folks, so you might as well help fund my insanity.
Now that my extended soapbox rant is over, a quick update from a slower week: the screech owl was determined to be totally blind; euthanasia was the only humane option.  The frouncy red shoulder is slated for release tomorrow. In one of those weird quirks of rehab, the chipping sparrow I wasn’t worried about died on his perch overnight, while the finch I was worried about will be moved to the flight pen tomorrow.

This gorgeous but extremely small adult male Mississippi kite has a wing fracture that will more than likely preclude release. I’m hoping I can get him to self-feed, so he might have a future as an educational bird, but it’s not looking promising. M. Kites eat on the wing—they catch their prey, primarily insects, in mid-air and eat while flying. It’s an amazing display of aerial prowess, but it also makes it difficult to “convert” an adult kite, used to eating insects in flight, to eating rodents on the ground. So far, it’s not going well with this fellow, and I don’t dare let him go without food until he’s hungry enough to eat rodents on his own, as he was down for quite some time before he was found and he’s rail-thin. 
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Yep, that's rodent guts you see hanging from his beak...
Igor the crow continues to hang around, amusing himself and me with his antics and insisting on handouts several times a day. He’s venturing farther and farther afield these days, exploring in all directions around my house. I never know where he’ll come soaring in from when he sees me in the yard!
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Slow week, for a change

8/4/2013

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Does this signal the beginning of the end of baby season? Probably not; there should still be mourning doves, goldfinches and late babies of other species. This year’s been weird and hard to predict, though, so who knows?

Last week’s chipping sparrow is still stubbornly refusing to attempt self-feeding, the lazy little rascal. I suspect he knows cuteness will get him a lot of leeway with me…
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The screech owl gave me fits all week, with that left eye swelling almost shut and his refusal to eat, meaning force-feedings, which aren’t pleasant for either of us. His eye still looks weak but is much improved; now if we can just work on the eating issues…
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This finch was the sole survivor of a nest of babies who died after their parents apparently disappeared. His eyes worry me; it looks as if he might be developing the “finch eye” I discussed last week. That might explain his parents’ disappearance, if they had finch eye. On the other hand, I am also having to force-feed him, so it could just be stress-related, from my having to pry his beak open. The slight pressure from that could be enough to irritate his eyes.
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This adorable robin—and yes, I’m inordinately fond of all thrushes, and the American robin is the largest of our thrushes—was a victim of a cat attack. He was lucky; he escaped with only a minor puncture wound to his wing. He’s on antibiotics and is doing great. Robins, like most thrushes, have the best little personalities in rehab…
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When this juvenile hawk came in late last night, my first thought was that it was a Cooper’s hawk; today I’m more inclined to think juvie red shoulder. Juvie red shoulders and juvie Coops can be difficult to tell apart! He was found by the roadside, but nothing appears broken. It will be Monday before we can get x-rays to be sure. The back of his throat looked as if he had frounce, so I’ve started treatment for that. He’d been down a while, evidenced by the edges of his tail feathers, which are frayed and nasty. He also had resorted to eating bugs, as can be seen in his attempt to cast a pellet this morning. He’s alert but weak, and the frounce makes eating difficult for him, so we’re proceeding with caution and crossed fingers.
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And last but by no means least, Igor has been thoroughly enjoying himself this week. He’s staked out a favorite feeding spot, which he flies down to and impatiently calls to me from. It’s imperative that I respond with the same nasal “aannnnhh” he uses to call me; otherwise he starts getting antsy.

Igor is a fish crow, not an American crow, a fact I don’t think I’ve mentioned before. Fish crows are slightly smaller than American crows and used to be confined to the coast, but I’ve been seeing more and more of them around here in the past few years.

When he’s not demanding a handout from me, Igor likes to explore his world and chase butterflies…and I just happened to have the camcorder trained on him for one of his chases. It makes me laugh every time I watch it, so here ya go—share in my amusement at Igor’s antics!
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